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Copyright 

A, C. McClurg & Co. 

1918 



Published October, 1918 



Ctpyriehted in Great ' Britain 



OCT 29 1918 



W. F. HALL PRINTING COMPANY, CHICASC 



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To 

Jackie 

afloat and ashore 
To 

^reat Hakea ^abal draining Station 

the port of embarkation of most of him 
And to 

Commanbant ilKiatlltam 3. iHoftett 

who has made Great Lakes the greatest 
naval training station in the world 



CONTENTS 

TITLE PAGE 

Jack o' the Line i 

TheC. P. 7 

You'll Like It 9 

First Night in a Hammock 1 1 

When Jackie Needs a Friend 13 

Fire Drill 15 

The Walking Blues 17 

'' No Soap " 19 

Landsman for Admiral 21 

The Master-at-Arms 23 

"When Do We Shoot ?'* 24 

The Wild, Wild Waves 27 

Sea-Dogs 29 

Driftin' In 31 

The Ki-Yi 33 

" Mono! " Tags 35 

Stripped 37 

The Navy 39 

Gold-Stripers 41 

The Worm Turns 43 

Navy Blue 45 

Courts Martial 47 

Ghosts 49 

Gratitude 51 

Pay-Day on the Station 52 

Camouflage Landsman 55 

Detention Galley 57 

I Dunno 59 

Carpenter's Mate 61 

Sailor's Evening Prayer 63 



Contents 



TITLE PAGE 

Tar-Togs Taboo . . ; 65 

That Sea-Going Walk 67 

Straight Dope . 69 

Landsman for Labor 71 

Mai de Mer-Maid 75 

" Yo-Heave-Ho " 76 

Pay-Day Lament . . > 79 

Navy Chow 81 

Neckerchiefs . 83 

A Sad Tale, Mates 85 

Fireman — Any Class 87 

The Lone Star State 89 

The Band 91 

Chaplain's Mate 92 

The Big Show 93 

Paul Jones Lullaby 95 

The Yard Engine . 97 

" Salute and Ride " 99 

Weather Signs loi 

Ballad of Seaweed Sam 103 

"Billy Blinker" 105 

Painless Post-Prandial 107 

Psychiatric Unit 109 

" Band Detachment Off to Sea " . . . .in 

Armed Guard 112 

Kultur 113 

"Blues Only" 115 

German Measles . ....... .117 

Wanted 119 

Off to Sea ... 121 



JACKIE JINGLES 




THERE S A LONG, LEAN-STREAKING COMET 
ON A FLAMING, FOAMING TRAIL 



Jackie Jingles 



JACK O' THE LINE 

Beating somewhere through the spindrift of a 
wild Atlantic gale, 

There's a long, lean-streaking comet on a flam- 
ing, foaming trail. 

Driving somewhere out to windward, in the 

teeth of certain death. 
There's the wrath o' God a-plunging, sucking 

fury in its breath. 

Putting somewhere from the smoky west, to 
weather o* the moon. 

Thunder-threshing like a burning flail and div- 
ing like a loon. 

There's a ghostly gray destroyer nosing through 

the rolling crest, 
Playing peek-a-boo with peril for a snake o' 

Satan's nest ; 

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Outward-bound from ports Atlantic, with her 

skipper on the bridge, 
With a lookout in the foretop as she lifts the 

sloppy ridge; 

With a watch to port and starboard, and a dou- 
ble watch astern, 

And a pair o' eyes a-peering through the lift 
beyond the churn — 

Eyes o' man and God a-searching out the end- 
less ocean track; 

Eyes o' world-salvation burning in the head o* 
Seaman Jack. 

Oh, he was once a lubber in a lakeside training 

camp; 
Oh, he was once ship-jumper in the brig and 

*' dirty scamp ;'^ 

And once he was a gentleman and ^' mamma's 

darling** too; 
And once he was a rookie-tar, a^wondering what 

to do; 



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But now he's ^^ Seaman/' smelling salt, his cheek 

against the hrine; 
He's first-class man-o' -war' s-man and a fighter 

o* the line; 

He's muffled up in *^ arctics " like a penguin in a 

sluice; 
He' s Jack o' Spades in service y sir , to trump the 

dirty deuce. 

Stealing somewhere 'neath the surface and the 

ruck of sobbing seas, 
Slips the serpent of Gehenna, over-reaching 

hell's decrees. 



Striking sinful, swift, and certain, with the greed 
of glutted ghouls. 

Slinking sullenly to safety of the weather- 
wretched shoals; 

Born of beast and boast barbaric, from the 

bourne of blood and lust, 
Trailing treachery and terror in the wake of 

wanton thrust'; 



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Fouling God's own works and wonders with 

the waste of war unsate 
Strewing wrack upon the waters from the char- 

nel-hole of hate, 

Moves the monitor of murder, Moloch emulate 

of Cain, 
To the rapine and the slaughter and the crimson 

wreck again. 

Spawn of Sodom and Gomorrah, and the sack 

of Jericho, 
Lo, the hand of man's upon you, though the 

wrath of God be slow; 

There's a David come to battle with Goliath 

on the plain; 
Comes the Galahad and guerdon and avenger 

of the slain. 



He*s son of many nations, molded into man o* 

men; 
He*s host of might and mercy, for the scourge 

of Kaiser-ken; 



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He's thtinder-bolt of battle and the gall of bitter 

fruit, 
The bulwark and the bastion that shall stay the 

super-brute; 

The polyglot of passion in the flame of right- 
eous wrath, 

The vanguard and the victor come to reap the 
latter-math, 

The firebrand of Freedom that shall burn from 

shore to shore, 
The guidon and Old Glory that shall fly for- 

evermore. 



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he's hard, believe me, bo 



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THE C. P. O. 

He scowls and growls and glowers, 
And full twelve feet he towers 
Over rooks In Farragut, 
As he walks with a salty strut; 

And he's hard, believe me, bo, 
Hard as nails — the C. P. O. 



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YOU'LL LIKE IT 

They'll put you In the '^ole spud hole" — 

You'll like it — 
Then try you on a pile of coal — 

You'll like it. 
They'll drill you till your face Is red, 
Then tuck you In a trapeze bed, 
From which you'll fall and break your head. 

You'll like it. 

They'll shoot you three times In the arm — 

You'll like it — 
To keep you free from typhus harm — 

You'll like it, 
You^ll stand the sun about a week 
And then the skin will leave your beak; 
By this time you'll be very meek — 

You'll like it. 



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They'll put you manicuring roads — 

You* II like it — 
With petty officers for goads — 

You'll like it. 
They'll take away your cigarettes 
And everything except your debts, 
And put you under martinettes. 

Yoi^ll like it. 

But when you get into the fight, 

You'll like it. 
With lusty blow the Hun you'll smite. 

You'll like it. 
You'll find the work you're doing now 
Will fit you for the merry row. 
And after all you will allow — 

You'll like it. 



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FIRST NIGHT IN A HAMMOCK 

Up here I am In a billet, 

As high as the blinkin' bright stars, 
A-poundin' my ear on a sky-sail, 

Lashed up to a couple o' spars. 

Bent up like a ham in a griddle, 
My legs stickin' out like a boom, 

A-twIsted and tied In the middle, 
A-sIghIn' for rest and more room. 

Young Rock-a-bye Babe in the tree-tops, 
He slept on his own cellar floor, 

Comparin* with me In a ladle, 

'Twixt the mizzen-mast and the fore. 



An' just as I ship for a slumber. 
My toes stickin' Into my neck, 

A thought comes to me : " If I tumble, 
How far is It down to the deck? " 



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COAL / 
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who'll help a poor '' GOR " ? 



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WHEN JACKIE NEEDS A FRIEND 

Who'll help the poor rookie locked up in De- 
tention, 
Where every "boy-kicker" boss bawls at 
him, ''Don't!" 
Where Gold-stripers bellow without interven- 
tion — 
Who'll help the poor "gob" if kind Provi- 
dence won't? 

Nobody! 



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A CYCLONE WHIZZIN' BY YOU 



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FIRE DRILL 

If you hear the guard a-shootin' 
With a bang ! hang ! bang ! 

And a cyclone whizzin' by you 
With a clang I clang ! clang I 
Don't opine a battle's ragin' 
Or the Kaiser they're a cagin' ; 

For it's just a " four-eleven," 
And the fire gang, gang. 



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WISHING I HAD A DIME 



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THE WALKING BLUES 

Walking the walk in Waukegan 

On Sunday afternoon; 
Walking the walk In Waukegan 

Humming a tuneless tune. 

Fve walked that walk In Waukegan 

Many a lonely time, 
Meandering In a day-dream, 

Wishing I had a dime. 

Fve walked that walk In Waukegan 
Till Fve run out of walks, 

And then Fve ambled In alleys, 
And railroad yards and docks. 

I know every board In the sidewalks 
And every stone in the street; 

I know them because I have trod them 
With slow and deliberate feet. 



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But now I'm due for a pay-day; 

I'm going to that town; 
And cock o' the walk in Waukegan 
' I'll be, and do it brown. 

I'll take in both of the movies; 

I'll fill up a void with steak, 
And piece in with candy and pickles, 

And end with ice cream and cake. 

I'll don me a pair of white leggings ; 

I'll do up my hair in a curl; 
I'll cruise that walk in Waukegan 

Towing a dead-swell girl. 

Thus will I make up for all those 
Sad times I've shoved along, 

Steering nowhere from noplace. 
Singing a songless song. 



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"NO SOAP" 

Oh, It's tough for sailormen at sea 
When the stormy winds do blow; 

But a storm's a frolic down a-lee 
To a Jackie with no dough. 



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they've got me peeling spuds 



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LANDSMAN FOR ADMIRAL 

It wasn't my intention, 

When I donned Navy blue, 

To linger in Detention, 

And live on beans and stew. 

It wasn't in my plans at all 
To sweep and scrub the deck 

Nor was it in my plans to fall 
At night and break my neck. 

I never thought Fd be a " gob " — 
You see, Dad owns a bank — 

I thought, at least, I'd get a job 
Above a Captain's rank. 

But woe to me, alack, alas ! 

TheyVe put me in white duds ; 
They don't quite comprehend my class 

They've got me peeling spuds. 



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A TWPLE-DECKED, THREE-MASTED TERROR TO TARS' 



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THE MASTER-AT-ARMS 

The Master-at-arms is a bird o' the brine 
Who bellows and blusters and roars; 

He's a Hon o' lassies and ships o' the line, 
And lord o' the seas and the shores. 

He's maritime Mogul, Mugwumpus, and Mars, 

Abaddon of the Eagle and Star, 
A triple-decked, three-masted terror to tars, 

The truck at the top o' the spar. 

He's cheese o' police, Beelzebub o' the brig, 

A mixed, magnitudinous find; 
He's Commodore-Skip o' Calamity's gig. 

And Admiral, too — in his mind. 

He's Caliph and Kaiser, and A'mighty Much — 
But, in buildings back home and ashore. 

They dub him ''the starter," "the watchman," 
and such. 
And at times he's the "chief jani-tor." 



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'^WHEN DO WE SHOOT?" 

''This here," says the Ensign, one day in June, 

"Is a rifle, a dangerous thing; 
It's made up of metal, machin'ry an' wood, 

And fastened to you with a sling. 

" It's yours for to nurse and to polish and clean ; 

It's yours to respect and admire; 
It's yours for to drill with and march on parade, 

A friend what's a friend under fire." 

And that was two months, and two weeks be 
fore that; 

I've learned about rifles since then — 
Of oilin' and sightin' and triggers and bolts. 

To load and unload 'em again. 



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I've mastered Butt's manual and "shoulder" 
and "port;" 
IVe sniped cigarettes with the rod; 
Fve ordered 'em too, and Vvt learned they 
have butts — 
With my little toe bashed in the sod. 

We met, I've related, quite early in June; 

Fve learned that a rifle's a brute; 
But I'm wonderin' now, 'neath the ripe August 
moon, 

If the dear little doo-dad will shoot. 



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them's sailors eatin' soup! 



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THE WILD, WILD WAVES 

What are the wild waves saying 
As they dash against the shore ? 

What are the breakers telling 

As they crash and boom and roar? 

I wonder If they bring a thought 
From my sweet Eleanore? 



Them ain't the waves, you go op; 
Them's sailors eatin* soup ! 



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THEY STEER LIKE A BRACE O GUN BOATS 



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SEA-DOGS 

I've been to "small-stores" for my outfit 
Of dungarees, whites, and some blues. 

And my togs fits me more or less perfect, 
Excepting my sea-going shoes. 

The storekeeper lamps my fine figure. 
And judges me, keel and abeam. 

Then keelhauls some garbage instanter 
Which is made most of buttons and seam. 



And then, with his distant range-finder 
He sizes my brogans as Sevens ; 

But he hasn't none left in the locker, 
So he ships me some Number Elevens. 

I've been told I'm to ship on a cruiser 
To go out and catch German goats, 

But I'm cruisin' ashore in some bruisers 
That steer like a brace o' gun boats. 



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From my water-line up rm as rakish 

And trim as a Buccaneer bold. 
I can pipe both my hands up on deck, mates, 

But my feet are awash in the hold. 



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DRIFTIN' IN 

Old Jack Frost ain't no real Jackie, 
Doln' things he shouldn't do, 

Blowin' up a bllghtin' bHzzard, 
Stallln' trains an* patriots too. 

He can hold up coal and cattle. 
Parcels-post and billets doux. 

But Fm goln' to join the Navy, 
An' he's got to le* me through I 



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JUST TAKE A BRUSH AND KI-YI ME CLOTHES 



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THE KI-YI 

Rub-a-dub-dub, 

I ain't got no tub 
And the dirt has besmirched me white hats; 

But I ain't no dub, 

I don't need no tub 
To launder me skypiece and spats. 

When I'm in a rush 

I just take a brush 
And ki-yi me clothes for a spell ; 

I lay out me duds 

And pile on the suds 
And lay to, to beat Billy Hell. 

Me board Is the deck, 

I chase every speck 
From me whites and I make 'em like snow; 

Then I trice 'em up high 

On a guy line to dry, 
Then me washin's all done, lads, yo-ho ! 



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SEA-DOGS MUST WEAR THEIR LICENSE, TOO 



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''MONOL^» TAGS 

These tags are made of "monol," 
A metal made of three; 

But "monol" isn't money, 
And don't mean much to me. 

But dogs is dogs, and sea-dogs 
Must wear their license, too, 

Before they seek the hell-hounds — 
Which don't mean much to you. 

But while I'm 'live and husky, 
I'll answer to my name; 

And when I'm dead they'll lamp it 
Upon my neck the same. 

It's only on the record 
That names are ever seen, 

But when they match mine with it, 
They'll find my record's clean. 



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I STILL HAVE SOMETHING LEFT THAT NO GIRL WEARS 



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STRIPPED 

I had a girl named Eleanor, 
She liked my pancake hat 

To make a tam-o'shanter, so 
I gave her my blue " flat." 

I then met one named Lillian, 
She wanted my white hat 

To wear it out a-picnicking, 
And so I gave her that. 

The next one was fair Lucia, 
She liked my neckerchief; 

I parted with it mournfully 
And smiled to hide my grief. 

Then Helen wanted nothing less 
Than my blue broadcloth blouse; 

She said it beat a dressing sack 
To wear around the house. 



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I lost the upper portion of 

My only suit of white, 
The time I called on lovely Jane 

In Evanston one night. 

Fm glad I still have something left 

That no girl ever wears — 
The regulations don't permit 

Me pink-silk "teddy-bears." 



Jackie Jingles 39 



THE NAVY 

It's the charm of the Navy that gets 'em, 
It's the swing and the ring o' the Band. 

When you're dressed In a jumper like Jackie, 
You've a feeling that's giddy and grand. 

There's a pull to the Navy that fetches 
A man from the world's other side. 

It would reach you and greet you in Heaven; 
It would win you away from your bride. 



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he's salty as hell ! 



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GOLD-STRIPERS 

The Ensign's a cautious and curious jay, 
Whose star is a luscious and luminous sight ; 

He's polished and politic during the day, 

But quite surreptitious and sweetened at 
night. 

Lieutenants are lovely, and lady-like, too, 
If caught when unconscious and when they 
are new; 

Commanders are distant and hard to review; 
A Captain is out of the sight of the crew. 

A Paymaster's clerk is the loveliest thing; 

Paymaster himself is a prince and a king; 
Of Rear-Admirals we have scarcely heard tell; 

And an Admiral — well, he*s salty as hell! 



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THE WORM TURNS 

Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: 
*'I think you're rather tough." 

Said the Seaman to the Yeoman: 

"G'wan! where d'ye get that stuff?" 

Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: 
*' My word, how very rude ! " 

Said the Seaman to the Yeoman: 
"Shut up, pipe down, y' dude." 

Said the Yeoman to the Seaman: 
"Say — out you go, you stiff! 

I'm sick of all you salty ' gobs ' 
That's pickin' on me" — 5i#/ 

Said the Seaman to the Doctor: 

"I never had no hunch 
That pen and pencil ath-a-lete 

Could pack that awful punch." 



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THE BLUE OF THE NAVY TOPPED OFF WITH WHITE 



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NAVY BLUE 

If your quarrel is just and your argument right. 
And you need inspiration to get out and fight, 
It's the blue of the Navy that's topped off with 

white 
Will set your heart going like love at first sight. 



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A GENERAL COURT-MARTIAL S AS SOLEMN AS DEATH 



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COURTS MARTIAL 

Now, a Deck Court to Jackie's a salty surprise 
Which is not a fit subject for laughter; 

And a Summary Court's a more serious sort 
That reminds him of here and hereafter. 

But a General Court-Martial's as solemn as 
death, 
For it searches the souls of the sinners; 
So a ship-load of double-edged "don'ts," if 
observed, 
Is salvation, my lads, for beginners. 



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ID LIKE TO TAKE MY RIFLE BUTT AND CLOUT 
THEM ROUNDLY ON THE NUT 



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GHOSTS 

At nine o'clock out go the lights, 
And sailors all In spotless whites 
Go on tip-toe through the room, 
Like specters stalking through the gloom; 
In long defiles the endless hosts 
Softly pass like silent ghosts — 

Like h — 1 these "gobs" with silent tread 

Softly steal to downy bed; 
In truth they stamp into the room 
With footfalls like the crack of doom, 

And shout and whistle as they romp 

Across the place with heavy stomp. 

With noise enough to wake the dead 

They stumble on my lowly bed, 
I'd like to take my rifle butt 
And clout them roundly on the nut; 

Pm peaceful but I want to fight 

When they come tramping in at night. 



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A COMFY SWEATER THAT A NAVY GIRL HAS KNIT 



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GRATITUDE 

When you get a comfy sweater 

That a Navy girl has knit, 
And you find a name and address 

On a card sewed onto It, 
YbuVe no reg'lar man-o'-war's-man 

If you don't sit down and pen 
Your heart-felt appreciation, 

And- — write to her now and then. 



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PAY-DAY ON THE STATION 

Through the Station yard to 'Quarters 

Is a frigid, freezin' mile, 
With the nor'west wind a-wailin\ 

But you hoof it with a smile; 

An' you put your helm to loo'ard, 

An' you sail into the bay 
With ten thousand sea-dogs like you, 

Headin' in to get their pay. 

Oh, the roadstead's wild and windy 
And a ghost howls at your back, 

But its shriek is Siren music 
To the ears o' Wheelsman Jack. 

For it's pay-day in the Navy, 

And the pay chest's full o' beans, 

An' about to shift Its cargo 
Into jolly Jackie's jeans. 



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Oh, that ghost is on his sea-legs ; 

He's a-cruisin' forth and back; 
All us fresh salt-water Jackies 

He's a-loadin' down with '* jack." 

For today's the day the ghost walks; 

And tomorrow Jack's ashore; 
And he'll sail from gloom to glory — 

And his '*jack" will be no more. 



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A HARD-BOILED SEA-DOG NOW FOR FAIR 



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CAMOUFLAGE LANDSMAN 

A sailor's life Is the life for me — 

Yo'heave-ho I 
A thousand miles from the bounding sea — 

Yo'heave-ho, yo-ho / 
A thousand miles from sails and spars, 
And just as far from reefs and bars, 
I'm Jolly Jack of land-locked tars — 

Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! 

I wear an eagle upon my arm — 

Yo-heave-ho ! 
To show the folks on the old-home 
farm — 

Yo-heave-ho y yo-ho ! 
There's seaweed hanging In my hair; 
A hard-boiled sea-dog now for fair, 
I emanate a salty air — 

Yo-heave-ho y yo-ho ! 



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Of course I never have been to sea — 

Yo-heave-ho ! 
And don't know the weather side from lee — 

Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! 
But I can talk of sailing ships, 
And docks and wharves and harbor slips, 
A rope-end knotted Vound my hips — 

Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! 

And when I cruise to an inland town — 

Yo-heave-ho ! 
With flapping legs and my low-necked 
gown — 

Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! 
The lubbers there will never know 
I got my sea-legs wheeling snow, 
And learned my lingo at a show — 

Yo-heave-ho, yo-ho ! 



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DETENTION GALLEY 

I used to eat at a *' beanery " 

Where grub was served with a dash ; 
But there never was chef who could beat our 
own 

Mess-mixers at slinging hash. 



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I WONDER WHO THEM DAMES COME OUT TO SEE ? 



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I DUNNO 

I wonder who them dames come out to see? 

There ain't one who ever looks at me. 
I wonder who that lucky "gob" can be? 

/ dunno. 



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NAILING THE HUN 



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CARPENTER'S MATE 

We need the man behind the gun 
To bring the Boche within the law; 

But first, before we nail the Hun, 

We need the man with hammer 'n' saw. 



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I PRAY MY BALANCE I MAY KEEP 



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SAILOR'S EVENING PRAYER 

Now I swing me up to sleep; 

I pray my balance I may keep ; 

But if I tumble from my "bed," 

I pray the Lord may spare my head — 

May spare my rough and reddened neck 

If I should fall and bash the deck. 



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STOW THOSE SAILOR-TOGS, MY SWEET ! 



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TAR-TOGS TABOO 

Heave to there, Kiddie, 

An' douse that middy! 
The Provost's steering down the street. 

You better do it. 

Or else you'll rue it; 
Jus' stow those sailor-togs, my sweet! 



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NOTHING CAN PITCH AND ROLL LIKE THE WALK IN 
CAMP PAUL JONES 



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THAT SEA-GOING WALK 

I've been around the world a bit; 

I've sailed on every sea; 
I've traveled through rough water 

From here to Ying-Tang-Tse ; 

I've passed the Carolina Capes 
When waves were mountain high, 

When ships bobbed up like bubbling beans 
'Twixt Hades and the sky; 

I've been on boats that lurched and dove, 
And rolled and pitched and bounced; 

I've had the wind knocked out of me, 
And had my timbers trounced; 



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But all the ships I ever rode 

Were still and peaceful-like 
Compared with what I'm up against 

When thrice each day I hike 

Across that heaving sea of boards — 
There's nothing hurts my bones — 

There's nothing that can pitch and roll 
Like the walk in Camp Paul Jones. 



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STRAIGHT DOPE 

Now there's only one cure for the Germ-Hun, 
For the germ that has blackened the sun ; 

It's a tablet or two with a chaser 
From the busiest end of a gun. 

For a proper and plentiful dosage 

For the deadliest devils alive, 
Why, there's nothing on earth that will meas- 
ure 

With the jolt of a Colt's forty-five. 



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SINCE I HAVE BEEN A GOB 



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LANDSMAN FOR LABOR 

My father was a section hand; 
He worked out on the " Soo.** 
There's not a trick 
With bar or pick 
My father couldn't do. 

My father was a section hand; 

He worked the Santa Fe. 
With pick and spade 
He worked the grade 

And labored night and day. 

My father was a section hand; 
He worked the Frisco line. 
With Dago crew 
He helped to hew 
Out rock and stumps of pine. 



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But father never hit the deck, 
Nor grabbed a brush and swab. 

He didn't rub; 

He didn't scrub; 
He never was a " gob." 

My father didn't clean the streets, 
Nor ki-yi dirty clothes. 

He didn't truck 

Around in muck 
The while his fingers froze. 

My father didn't drill all day, 
Then stand a watch at night, 
Nor dig a hole 
Through tons of coal — 
Not by a dog-gone sight ! 

My father was a section hand; 
He raised an honest sweat. 

All day he toiled 

And cursed and moiled; 
He earned his dough, and yet — 



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My father had a sinecure, 
He had an easy job. 
His work was fun 
To what IVe done 
Since I have been a " gob " ! 



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I VE GOT TO GET SHORE-LEAVE 



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MAL DE MER-MAID 

I can't sleep in my hammock; 

I can't eat half my fill; 
I can't work, walk, nor wabble, 

Much less can I drill. 

My head, heart and stomach, 
They are all in a whirl; 

I've got to get shore-leave 
And propose to my girl ! 



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"YO-HEAVE-HO'' 

It Isn't all glitter and glory 

For the lad in the Navy who's new, 
But that's not the end of the story 

Of the boy in the Navy's blue. 

There's this little fact to remember, 
Cartoonists and kidders and such, 

'Twixt April Fool's Day and December, 
Can occur a considerable much. 

It isn't the lubber he is now. 

Who's never been out on the sea; 

It isn't the "gob" in the hoosegow, 
It's the sailor he's going to be. 

When you were in school and a-learning, 
You did little stunts and odd jobs 

To help out the teacher, though yearning 
To be out of the class of the *' gobs." 



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You dusted erasers for hours, 

And sharpened lead pencils and such, 

And when you went home to your mother 
You hadn't amounted to much. 

But now that youVe grown up and grouchy, 
And think that you've made your big drive, 

Remember 'twas schooling that made you 
Before you could really arrive. 

There are men in the bowels of the ocean, 

Shut up in tin cans like sardines, 
But you'd hate to describe your emotion 

If yoii had to man submarines. 

There were sailors, who one time were rookies, 
Went down with the good Jacob Jones, 

But you worship, and so do your cronies. 
At the mention of those sailors' bones. 



So what if he marks time and marches 
Around for awhile on the shore; 

You'll be building him triumphal arches 
When he marches back home from the war. 



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HE PASSED ME BY ! 



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PAY-DAY LAMENT 

The Ghost with silent tread passed by; 
He passed the drill hall just as I 
Arrived. That silent, shrouded phantom guy, 
That pay-day specter passed me by, 
Without a look, without a sigh. 
He passed me by; he passed me by! 



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NAVY CHOW 

We-all stand at attention, 

Us toilers of the sea, 
While '' Jlmmy-Legs," the '' M. A.,' 

Stands on his dignity. 

And then he thunders sweetly 
Across the mess-hall : " Seats I " 

And we-all sit Instanter, 
And sail into the eats. 

We soak our punk in Java ; 

We toy with spuds and stew ; 
We guzzle slum and gulllon 

O' sticks and stones and glue. 

And if we can't digest 'em, 
A plate o' paint and worms, 

With sea-dust sprinkled on 'em, 
Alleviates the squirms. 



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We sigh for pie and cookies 

Like Mother made ashore, 
And when we've swabbed our mess-gear 

We sit and sigh for more. 

But when — on rare occasions — 

They serve us Navy beans, 
The band blares out our blessings — 

Those bellowing horse-marines ! 

This ain't so appetizing, 

But it's exactly how, 
On regular occasions, 

We sample Navy chow. 



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NECKERCHIEFS 

Says Jackie Jingles to Seaman Si : 

''You're sure to live until you die. 
In Winter time you dress in blue 

To keep your shape from shinin' through. 
In Summer time you dress in white 

So's they can find you In the night." 
Says Seaman SI to Jlnglin' Jack: 

" Why 'round our necks do we wear black ? *' 
Quoth JInglin' Jack : *' Benighted sons, 

That's mournin' for departed Huns." 



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A SAD TAI.E, MATES 

To contemplate a weary " gob " 

A-toiling on a heavy job — 

It makes me sad — it makes me sob 

— // Vm that ''gob: 



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JACK IN THE STOKE-HOLD A-PASSING THE COAL 



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FIREMAN— ANY CLASS 

It's the lad in the turret and up on the deck 
Who saves the good ship from gun-fire and 

wreck; 
But It's Jack in the stoke-hold a-passing the 

coal 
Who shoves the old cruiser ahead to her goal. 



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A GOLD-STRIPES A LONE LITTLE ORPHAN 



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THE LONE STAR STATE 

Oh, the Bluejacket's always invited 
To a party, a dance, or a show, 

But a Gold-stripe's a lone little orphan, 
All dressed up and with no place to go, 



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RIGHT HERE I THROW MY WORK ASmE 



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THE BAND 

The band goes playing down the street, 
It puts new pep into my feet. 
I simply cannot keep them still 
When e'er they get that tingling thrill 
That hits me like a tidal wave — 
My Number Tens will not behave. 

The tubas '* umph," the trombones blare, 
The drum's staccato splits the air, 
The saxophone and alto moan 
With French horns in symphonic tone. 

The clarinets and piccolos 
Put dancing devils in my toes. 
The mellifluent mellophones 
Arouse my sedentary bones — 
Right here I throw my work aside 
To follow on with swinging stride. 



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CHAPLAIN'S MATE 

There's some funny jobs in the Navy 
That determine a Jackie's fate, 

But the most exalted of ratings 

Is the rating of " Chaplain's Mate." 



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THE BIG SHOW 

Said Seaman Si to his sweetheart Sal 

Samantha : 
"If you'd like to know how fightin' men are 

made, 
Just take a ride out past the Naval Station 
An' see us jumpin' Jackies on parade." 



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I RISE AT DAWN WITH HEAVY LIDS 



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PAUL JONES LULLABY 

When I was but a little kid 

I'd sleep upon the floor; 
In some deserted shed or barn 

rd soundly sleep and snore. 

In later years I got my rest 

Upon a feather bed, 
With camouflage of snowy shams 

And pillows for my head. 

Time passed; I joined the Navy, mates, 
And learned to sleep at night 

Slung up betwixt two jack-stays like 
The tail of my old kite. 

I learned to swing upon the clews — 
(That took a lot of nerve) ; 

I got my spine adjusted to 

The sagging hammock's curve. 



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But next I got a sleeping place 
Out here in Camp Paul Jones ; 

*Twas then my lot on iron cot 
To rest my weary bones. 

I kept that cot until last week, 

And then it disappeared. 
I wandered in one night and found 

The slumber stuff was queered. 

Since then at night I lay me down 

In sleep upon the deck, 
A two-by-four for Ostermoor, 

A scantling 'neath my neck. 

I rise at dawn with heavy lids 

And contemplate that floor; 
Mates, sleeping there is not the fun 

It was in days of yore. 



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THE YARD ENGINE 

*' Henry" is a choo-choo; 

''Henry" is a dear; 
"Henry" chugs from here to there, 

And back from there to here. 



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A LIFT TO A SAILOR S A GODSEND 



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"SALUTE AND RIDE^' 

A lift on the road is a trifle 

To the man who travels on wheels, 

But a lift to a sailor's a godsend 

When he's busted and sore in his heels. 

Now carfare is only a nickel ; 

To you it's just half a dime; 
But to Jack who can't jingle a dollar, 

It means a whole heck of a time. 

You never will know how important 
Is a jitney — to Jack — in his jeans. 

In the Navy it's big as the moon, mates — 
Why, It's most as important as beans/ 



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WITH A LARGE, SEA-GOIN' SMILE 



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WEATHER SIGNS 

He left the ship with trembling lip, 
When he took his leave ashore; 

He cast about like a man in doubt 
Of the port he's steerin' for. 

But now he*s back, and a happy Jack, 
With a large, sea-goin' smile. 

What would you say will occur some day 
In the sweet, sweet afterwhile? 



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*TENTION AND SALUTE 



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BALLAD OF SEAWEED SAM 

When he was but a gangling lad 
Young Seaweed Sam McGee 

Enlisted in the U. S. N. 
And forthwith put to sea. 

He scrubbed and holystoned the deck, 

And soon was bosun's mate. 
Then, on a week-end liberty. 

Young Seaweed met his fate. 

A year rolled by and Seaweed, 

Returning home one day, 
Was greeted in his cabin by 

A youthful stowaway. 

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Before Sam got a hash-mark 
His offspring numbered three. 

Said Sam: "Three boys is plenty; 
That's just enough for me." 



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" Three likely looking officers," 

Thought Sam, " and darn my pipes, 

I'll send them through Annapolis 
And get them all gold stripes." 

So just before the war broke out 

The three were graduated 
As Midshipmen, then Ensigns of 

The line, the three were rated. 

Well, nowadays Seaweed Sam McGee, 

That salty old galoot, 
Must greet each son who saunters past 

With 'tention and salute. 

And furthermore, old Sam McGee, 

Who's now aboard their ship. 
Must take his orders from those sons. 

And not give any lip. 

UENVOI 
There*s times now Seaweed's mind goes hack 

To days he used to toast 
Those youngsters with a barrel-stave 

Ahaft the rudder post. 



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"BILLY BLINKER" 

(Semaphore Practice) 

Blinkety-blink; hlinkety -blink I 
It's semaphore flashes that make Jackie think. 

Blinkety -blink; blinkety-blink I 
This blinkin' blab-jabber's another new kink. 



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NO CURLY REGRETS IN HIS MIDDLE 



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PAINLESS POST-PRANDIAL 

The rest of the world may have pains in its 
tummy, 

But Jackie's as fit as a fiddle. 
He hasn't no kinks in his little insides, 

Nor curly regrets in his middle. 



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WRINKLES PSYCHIATRIC 



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PSYCHIATRIC UNIT 

Sailormen have never fathomed, 
Mariners have never seen, 

All the wrinkles psychiatric 
That prevail in Jackie's bean. 



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"BAND DETACHMENT OFF TO SEA" 

Ruffle the drums, boys, ruffle the drums, 
And flourish the bugles and horns; 

We're goln' to make music to stir up the world, 
And step on his Kalsershlp's corns. 



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ARMED GUARD 

When you go to sea forget your care, 
For " Avery's Angels '' are everywhere, 
To guard your course from aft to fore 
And keep you safe from shore to shore, 
On wings of wrath, with death in store, 
To halt the Hun and ev'n the score ; 
For hell-hounds yelp and cannon roar 
When " Avery's Angels " begin to soar. 



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KULTUR 

When you hear of a wonderful new veneer 
That^s hailed as a glorious find, 

Remember, It's not the camouflage counts; 
It's the cheese inside of the rind. 



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''BLUES ONLY" 

Now Jackie, put your "pancake" on, 

And little ribbon too, 
And everything that you possess 

Of regulation blue; 
And don't you don no gray nor brown 

When you-all goes ashore; 
'Cause if you do, they'll grab you too, 

And you won't go no more. 



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GERMAN MEASLES 

The Kaiser's spies are all about, 

An' busier than weasels; 
For germs that knock the Jackies out 

Are mostly German measles. 



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ARE YOU THIS BOY ? 



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WANTED — 

I want a little Fauntleroy, 
A gentle-spoken sailor boy, 
To be my love — my pride, my joy. 
Are you this boy? 

He must possess a Marcel wave. 
Forget he once lived in a cave, 
And twice a day my boy must shave, 
Are you this boy? 

My boy must not be bold nor rude, 
Nor have a manner rough nor crude, 
Nor have his lily-whites tatooed. 
Are you this boy? 

And he must have a pedigree, 
And bring along his family tree — 
Credentials he must show to me. 
Are you this boy? 



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ril take him out a-picnicking, 
And read to him, and maybe sing, 
And hold his hand and everything. 
Are you this boy? 



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OFF TO SEA 

Now, I says to a Great Lakes Jackie, 
And Jackie he answers to me : 

"Where are you-all a-goin*, my pretty?'* 
Says Jackie: "Fm goin* to sea." 

"An* now what be ye goin* to do, Jack, 
Out there in the slop an* brine?*' 

" I'm intendin* to be a seaman, 
A fightin* man o* the line. 

" I'm a goin' to stand my watch, Sir, 
A-houndin* the Hun to his lair. 

Fm a-goin* to play hide'n-seek, Sir, 
With spawn of the grim Corsair." 

" I shall stand to my trick," says Jackie, 
"And sink with the Skipper an* ship.'* 

" It*s a man-size job,** I says then, 

"'N I reckon you'll do for the trip." 



GLOSSARY 

OF 

JACKIE LINGO 



Glossary of Jackie Lingo 

Arctics. Term used to designate special cold- 
weather clothing with which sailors in the 
U. S. Navy are provided in winter time for 
deck or outside station service. '' Arctics '* 
are suits made of water- and wind-proof ma- 
terial, lined with thick wool, and covering 
the wearer from head to foot. 

Armed Guard. Naval gun crew placed on armed 
merchant vessels to combat submarines. 

" Avery's Angels.^ Members of the Armed 
Guard School at Great Lakes Naval Train- 
ing Station. They were organized during 
the autumn of 1917 by Chief Gunner's Mate, 
C. E. Avery, after he had had several thrill- 
ing experiences and hair-breadth escapes in 
encounters with submarines off the coast of 
Spain. For several months he was chief 
instructor of the school, until transferred 
back to active duty at sea. 

Beans. Dollars ; money ; coins ; jack. 

" Billy Blinker.*' Metal or wood standard with 

movable arms, operated by levers and 

equipped with lights for use in semaphore 

signal practice. 
Blues. Sailor's regulation blue dress and winter 

uniforms. 

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" Blues Only." Referring to a station regulation 
at Great Lakes requiring that only regulation 
blue clothing be worn in sight. Gray sweat- 
ers, given to sailors by the American Red 
Cross, are permitted to be worn, but only 
when out of sight under the regulation blue 
jersey. 

Butt's Manual. Manual of military drill with 
arms ; the standard drill used for setting up 
exercises in the Army and Navy. 

Calamity's Gig. The mythical craft which is sup- 
posed to bear the spirit of calamity on board 
ship. 

Camp Farragut. One of the several detention 
camps at Great Lakes Naval Training Sta- 
tion. It is in detention where the " salt " 
of the " hard-boiled " company commander 
or of the drill officer is rubbed into the 
rookie in ways that are nautical and some- 
times not nice in his estimation. 

Carpenter's Mate. Assistant to chief or ship's 
carpenter. 

Chaplain's Mate. A rating as clerical assistant to 
the chaplain which does not exist except as 
an imaginary position. It is a fiction used 
as a bait to the unsuspecting rookie by the 
more experienced sailors to egg him on to 
special effort wdth the promise of a sinecure 
in which he won't have to face fire. 

Chow. Vernacular for meals, food, or " mess " 
served in the Navy. 

Colt's Forty-five. Pistol of .45 caliber, the regu- 



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lation side arm for Navy officers in active 
sea duty. 

Commodore-Skip. The commander of a ship, or 
of a shore station in the Navy, is termed 
the " skipper," regardless of his actual naval 
rank. The master-at-arms' estimation of 
himself in the verse is that he is the skipper 
of the ship and clothed with the authority 
of an admiral — and he sometimes gets 
away with it in the impression he makes on 
the poor rookie. 

Courts Martial. Courts martial are boards of 
officers variously constituted for the trial of 
Bluejacket offenders according to the degree 
of the offense, such as " deck court," " sum- 
mary court," and " general court martial." 

Detention. Camps at shore stations in which 
Navy recruits are interned for three weeks 
to determine their freedom from com- 
municable diseases before being allowed to 
drill and mingle with other members of the 
stations. Outfitting and preliminary mili- 
tary instruction and drill are a part of de- 
tention routine. 

Driftin* In. The almost unprecedented enroll- 
ment of naval recruits at Great Lakes dur- 
ing January and February of 1918 continued 
in spite of weeks of sub-zero weather ; they 
" drifted in " like the snows piled shoulder 
high along the station walks and roads. 

Dungarees. Sailor's working clothes of coarse 
cotton material. 



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Fire Drill. Practice in turning men out to re- 
spond to false alarms of fire is kept up in 
order to insure efficiency in fighting real 
fires which are a particular menace on board 
ship. The fire-drill is a part of regulation 
routine. 

Fireman. A rating, qualified by "third class," 
" second class " or " first class " designa- 
tion, according to experience and ability 
officially determined, applied to the men 
who supply fuel to the ship's fires. 

Four-eleven. General alarm of fire, derived from 
practice in large cities striking four and 
eleven taps of the gong or sounder in fire 
stations. 

German Measles. It is a fact worthy of comment 
that mild epidemics of measles which have 
occurred in naval and military cantonments 
since war was declared have been caused by 
the variety of measles medically designated 
as " German measles." The reader is per- 
mitted to draw his own conclusions and 
render his own appreciation of the victim's 
disgust and the use made of his predica- 
ment by his comrades. 

" Gob." Vernacular for sailor in training at a 
shore station. 

Gold-stripers. Vernacular for commissioned offi- 
cers ; derived from the gold stripes worn as 
part of the shoulder and sleeve insignia to 
indicate rank according to the number and 
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Great Lakes. The greatest naval training station 
on earth. 

Hard-boiled. Vernacular used to describe un- 
warranted affectation of seamanship or 
arrogant assumption of authority by men in 
naval service. The " hard-boiled " member 
is a bully. 

Hoosegow. Brig; station or ship's prison. 

Horse-marines. Applied to members of the 
band ; derived from " hoarse-marines." 

Jack. Sailor's pay. 

Jackie. The Salt o' the Land. 

"Jacob Jones." U. S. Destroyer, Jacob Jones, 
sunk by a submarine early in 1918. 

Java. Vernacular for coffee. 

Jimmy-legs. Navy vernacular for master-at- 
arms, the officer vAhose duty it is to police 
ship or buildings at shore stations. 

Keel and Abeam. Lengthwise and sidewise ; 
nautical expression for the height and girth 
of a sailor being outfitted in " small-stores." 

Keel-haul. A popular pastime in the days of the 
old merchant marine. The term is used to 
express a process of punishment for offenses 
against discipline on shipboard by which 
the offender was hauled by a line through 
the water under the vessel's keel; not so 
pleasant as being tossed in a blanket, but 
milder in effect than being crowned with a 
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Ki-yi. The regulation brush used by sailors to 
iscrub their clothing; also the scrubbing 
thereof. True appreciation of the definition 
can only be arrived at by sight and use of 
the article. It is most frequently applied 
just prior to shore-leave on Saturday morn- 
ing official inspection. 

Landsman, Preliminary rating given naval re- 
cruits in training for service specialties, for 
example, landsman for yeoman, landsman 
for electrician, etc. 

Lone Star. A single gold star is a part of the 
shoulder and sleeve insignia of commis- 
sioned officers in the Navy. 

Lubber. Landsman not familiar with ways of 
the sea. 

M. A. Abbreviation for master-at-arms. 

Master-at-arms. Petty officer who performs po- 
lice duties on a man-o'-war or naval shore 
station. The " M. A.'' is a terror to petty 
offenders among Bluejackets, is clothed with 
more authority — in their estimation (and 
in his own) — than an adm^iral, and of all sea 
" salts " he is the briniest. 

Mess-mixers. Navy cooks. 

** Monol " Tags. Round tags made of " monol " 
metal, a special non-corrosive alloy, imper- 
vious to the action of salt water. They are 
worn for identification purposes suspended 
by a chain of like metal about the necks of 
all men in the Navv. 



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Neckerchief. Part of the regulation Bluejacket 
uniform ; large square of black satin or cot- 
ton goods, folded diagonally, rolled and 
worn about the sailor's neck with the ends 
knotted in front. 

" No Soap." Navy equivalent for ** nothing 
doing," or ** can't be done," or as a general 
negative. 

Paint and Worms. Tomato sauce and macaroni 

or spaghetti. 

Pancake. Flat blue sailor hat, tam-o'-shanter 
style, worn by sailors on furlough from 
shore stations. Pancakes of this variety are 
not edible, though the predilection of femi- 
ninity for them, and their frequent disap- 
pearance in feminine environment would 
lend color to the theory that they are highly 
rehshed. 

Pay Ghost. The semi-monthly visit of the pay- 
master to Jackie is termed the " ghost walk," 
a traditional appellation in the Navy as well 
as in commercial life. Compulsory allotment 
of $15 of his monthly pay of $32.00, the de- 
duction of more dollars for necessary cloth- 
ing not provided by government allowance, 
and for government insurance, which all 
men in service carry, make the visit of the 
paymaster to Jackie sometimes a visionary 
affair indeed and justify the ghostly simile. 

Peajacket. Regulation short overcoat worn by 
sailors. 

Psychiatric Unit. The mental laboratory for 



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testing the mental fitness and determining 
the sanity of applicants for admission to the 
Navy. A regulation department of every 
naval training station ; the " brig for navy 
nuts." 
Punk. Jackie vernacular for bread. 

Rookie Tar. Navy recruit. 

Salty, Navy vernacular for one who assumes 
sea-going ways to a noticeable degree ; re- 
• ferring also to undue assumption of author- 
ity, particularly by petty officers. 

Sea-dogs. Sailor's shoes; also sea-farers them- 
selves. 

Sea-dust. Table salt. 

'* Sea-going Walk in Camp Paul Jones." A tem- 
porary wooden sidewalk in Camp Paul 
Jones, one of the several camps at Great 
Lakes, quartering pien of the Public Works 
Department. It required sea-legs to nego- 
tiate it, according to report. 

Sea-legs. Ability to walk steadily on deck and 
accommodate oneself to the pitch and roll 
of the ship. 

Seaman. Sailor trained for deck duties in the op- 
eration of a ship. 

Ship-jumper. A sailor who deserts ship or goes 
ashore without leave. 

" Shot-in-the-arm." The administration of pro- 
phylactic against typhoid and typhus fevers 
to which all Navy recruits must submit dur- 
ing their stay in detention. It's an un- 



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pleasant but not severe experience, thrice 
repeated. 

Slum and Gullion. Vernacular for beef stew. 

Small-stores. Ship's stores where sailors obtain 
clothing, outfitting supplies, and small es- 
sentials. 

Spuds. Potatoes. 

Squirms. Stomach-ache. 

Swab. Mop or the process of mopping down 
decks, a popular pastime in the Navy. 

Swabbed. Wiped, cleaned, scrubbed. 

" Tar-togs Taboo." Referring to Navy Depart- 
ment order forbidding civilians to wear reg- 
ulation Navy clothing. This rule is popu- 
larly supposed to have been aimed particu- 
larly at girl sailor-admirers and feminine 
Navy-souvenir hunters who sometimes al- 
most stripped Bluejacket acquaintances of 
their apparel ; at least such a situation is be- 
lieved to be referred to by the words in the 
official order calling attention to the existing 
" dearth in wearing apparel.'* 

Trapeze Bed. Sailor's hammock, before one is 
used to it. 

Waukegan. A North Shore town near Great 
Lakes Naval Training Station, the haunt of 
Jackies on shore-leave who haven't carfare 
to take them to Chicago or Milwaukee. 
" Walking the walk in Waukegan " is zero 
in sailor occupations. 

Whites. Sailor's white summer uniforms. 



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White Leggings. A Bluejacket is '* dressed-up " 
when his flapping blue trouser legs are 
neatly reefed inside the regulation white leg- 
gings prescribed for dress, drill, official re- 
view, and shore leave wear. When Jack 
hies him ashore to captivate the ladies, he 
struts more nattily and " slays 'em " more 
easily if his shapely calves are properly en- 
cased. 

Yeoman. Petty officer assigned to departmental 
or clerical duties in the Navy, There is a 
traditional difference between the seaman 
and the yeoman, the seaman generally con- 
sidering himself a fighter and an essential in 
the service, and a yeoman as a practically 
worthless non-combatant. This opinion of 
the seaman is sometimes, and not infre- 
quently, corrected by an unexpected display 
of combative ability on the part of the " pen- 
pusher." 

" You'll Like It." A phrase which greets the 
rookie entering detention camp from the 
lips of hundreds of '* gobs," who have been 
in the Navy a few days themselves; and 
from a big sign posted at the entrance to 
Camp Decatur, one of the detention group 
at Great Lakes, referring to the prophesied 
change in mental attitude of the rookie 
toward Navy service after the first day. 
And they do like it. 




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